by Madison Faye
I groaned loudly.
Epilogue
Imogen
The door had barely slammed shut behind us when I attacked him. My husband groaned as I threw myself into him, arms and legs wrapping around him as my mouth hungrily sought his lips.
Hands cupped my ass tightly, making me moan into his lips as he pulled me tight against his body. He whirled, stalking across the big, stone-walled room towards the huge, canopied bed.
Our wedding bed, where my king was about to claim me as his own.
It’d played out exactly as he’d said it would. He’d spent the night with me the evening of the ball, and true to his word, there was a lot he had to show me. He showed me how to cum harder than I’d ever cum before, screaming his name as his tongue and his fingers drove me to places I’d never been before. He showed me how to wrap my lips around his huge cock, and how to run my tongue over every inch of him until his sweet, sticky cum filled my small mouth.
We’d come so close to giving in that night — so close to just saying screw it and letting him claim me then. Hell, I’d even asked him — begged him, even — multiple times. But my prince held fast, swearing he wouldn’t until we were wed. Instead, he’d teased me, letting the head of his cock brush over my clit again and again and I’d cum screaming his name as he pumped hot jets of his seed against my pussy.
Somehow, we’d slept a little that night. And the next morning, wearing the very suit he’d been in the night before, Prince Magnus strode through the halls of my father’s castle and politely asked for an audience.
My dad wasn’t exactly happy to see my suitor still in his freaking castle come the morning. And at first, things had looked not very good, until Magnus had sworn on his crown and titles that he hadn’t touched my innocence — that he’d only spent the night “getting to know the princess who would be his queen.”
…I mean, it wasn’t technically a lie, after all.
And after a long talk, and a long stroll together through the gardens, my father and Magnus returned, smiles on both of their faces.
Surprisingly, my father said yes. Magnus later whispered to me that he’d have stolen me away no matter what the answer was, but family was important to him.
The second surprise of the day came an hour later, when Prince Logan arrived at the palace also seeking audience. I’d whirled to my sister, my eyes wide as the dark Prince of Torsund — the beast who now looked so much more like the golden prince he’d once been — took a knee by my father’s throne and asked for Isla’s hand in marriage.
Actually, those weren’t the only surprises that morning, but then, those might be stories for another time.
We were married a week and a day after, the day after Isla and Logan’s wedding, and it was everything I could have ever imagined and more. We’d tumbled into the limousine after, attacking each other with hands and mouths as the door shut and the car drove off towards Magnus’s summer palace by the shore, where we’d be spending our honeymoon.
He’d forbidden me to wear panties under my wedding dress — something that had kept me blushing and half on-edge the whole ceremony. But in the back of that limo, it certainly came in handy. My white dress around my waist, Magnus made me cum twice against his mouth before I’d forcibly pushed him away. Half tearing his pants off, I’d inhaled as much of my husband’s gorgeous, big dick as I could while his fingers drove me to another earth-shattering orgasm.
And then we were at the summer palace, the door to our honeymoon suite slamming behind us and my king striding across the room to our wedding bed with me in his arms.
He set me down next to the bed, pulling me close and kissing me fiercely before stepping away. We eyed each other, panting with the tingling tension of the room.
“I want you completely naked,” he growled lowly. “I thought about taking you in your white dress, but I want nothing between us,” he whispered.
I whimpered as he kissed me again, before we both broke away. Clothes stripped and fell to the ground, my wedding dress pooled at my feet quickly joined by his royal suiting.
We looked at each other another half second before he was on me, pushing me back onto the bed with a cry from my lips as he moved over me. His lips found my neck, claiming the skin there as I writhed against him. My nipples dragged over his hard, muscled chest, and I could feel his throbbing cock hot against my pussy.
This was it. Somehow, I was finally going to feel every inch of the infamous Magnum deep inside of me. I moaned at the thought, rocking my hip against his, rubbing my slit up and down his shaft.
“Greedy little girl,” he growled into my neck, biting the skin and making me gasp. He moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down my breasts. A nipple slipped between his lips, his hands skimming down my belly as his tongue swirled over the little nub. His fingers slipped easily through my wet folds, one pushing inside and stroking in and out as he kissed his way lower down my tummy.
My legs spread as he moved lower, his hand pushing my thighs wide as his kisses zeroed in on me.
“I want you so badly,” I whispered. “No more teasing, please!”
He chuckled into my skin, the vibrations sending shivers through my body.
“I’m just getting you ready, my queen. I need you dripping wet before I give you all of my cock.”
He dipped lower, and I cried out as his tongue slowly dragged over my lips. He pushed in deep, hands pushing my legs wide as he devoured my little pussy. His lips fastened around my clit, tongue swirling over it again and again before delving down to stroke against my opening. He moved lower, his wicked tongue pushing and teasing against my tight little ass, making me squeal in pleasure.
“This is mine too,” he growled, his words making me shiver. “Not yet, but soon,” he murmured, pressing a wet thumb against my ass. “Soon, I’ll take this as well.”
I moaned, my mind sinking into the filthy, wicked thought of Magnus claiming my ass with his huge cock.
“But first, your innocence,” he purred, moving back up to lick my pussy. He licked me relentlessly, his lips and tongue and fingers pushing me higher and higher, getting me wetter and wetter until I was sure I was leaving a puddle on the bed.
He dragged his tongue over me once more, before he pulled back, his eyes dragging over my body to meet mine.
“And now, beautiful,” he murmured, moving up to kiss me fiercely. I could taste my sweetness on his lips and tongue, and I hungrily kissed him back as I arched my hips to meet his.
“And now, I’ll make you mine,” he growled onto my lips.
I gasped as he spun us, rolling onto his back with me perched on his lap, legs spread on either side of his hips. His thick cock throbbed between us, standing rock hard and trembling against my stomach, reaching past my belly button. I panted as I looked down, wetting my lips as I reached down to wrap a hand around him.
“I want you on top, so you can control how we do this,” he groaned as I stroked him. “I don’t trust myself not to just bury every inch inside of you if I’m on top.”
I whimpered. “I want you to give me all of it.”
“And I will,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “But slow at first. I won’t hurt you on our wedding night.”
His hands found my hips, raising me up. I shivered as I felt his head slip against my opening, pressing right against me there. Slowly, panting, I began to lower myself, letting his thick, velvety head slip through my lips and start to ease inside. I gasped, feeling his head stretch me more than I’d ever felt, shivering in delicious pleasure as I felt him start to slip further inside.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. Magnus growled, his hands tightening on my hips and his cock throbbing harder than ever as I slowly lowered myself. I sank further down, my eyes rolling back in my head as I just kept taking more, and more, and even more of his glorious, enormous cock. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he grabbed my hips, gritted his teeth, and pulled me down the last few inches, until all of him was buried to the hilt inside of me.
Holy. Shit.
I gasped for air, my whole world spinning at the intensity of the pleasure rolling through my body. My pussy clenched at his thick girth, my whole body tingling and shivering at the sensation of being so filled like that!
“Mine,” he growled, leaning up, slipping a hand into my hair, and pulling me down to his mouth. He kissed me fiercely, his cock throbbing inside of me.
“Yours,” I gasped, shivering in pleasure as I slowly rocked my hips on him, feeling him pulsing so hard inside.
“And now, my queen,” he purred. “Now I want you to bounce that sweet little pussy up and down every inch of my big cock until your honey drips from my balls.” His lips moved to my ear, making me gasp as his teeth grazed my skin.
“I want you to fuck this cock until you scream,” he growled, making me moan. “I want to feel my queen’s pussy cum all over my cock, and then I’m really going to fuck you.”
With a small cry, I rose up on his shaft, whimpering as I felt my lips gripping at his thickness, and I kept going, gasping, until I could feel just the head inside. I panted, taking a small breath, before I slowly sank all the way back down, feeling every damn royal inch of him fill me.
His hands grabbed my ass tightly, fingers digging into my skin as I started to slide up and down, slowly bouncing on his cock and letting the pleasure roll through me. Magnus eased back against the headboard, hands still on my ass as I started to ride him. I moaned loudly, my hands on his chest, fingers clawing at his skin as I raised my ass up and down, letting his cock sheath inside of me again and again.
We started to move faster, my tight pussy gripping his slippery, throbbing shaft tighter and tighter. My moans filled the room, mingling with his masculine groans and the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.
I moved faster, my eyes closing and my hair tumbling around my face as I just started to ride him, I yelped as I felt his palm connect with my ass with a spanking slap. The pleasure flooded through me as the heat from him spanking me tingled over my skin.
“Ride that fat cock, Princess,” he groaned, his palm coming down to spank my ass again. I cried out in pleasure, squealing and moaning for him as I started to bounce up and down every damn inch of him. He speared into me again and again, his balls slapping against my ass and my clit dragging over his thick shaft. His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples as he started to buck his hips up to meet mine, slamming his huge cock into me again and again.
The room spun, my pulse thundered in my ears, and I could feel my whole body start to shatter. I was going to cum riding my husband’s big dick, and that thought alone pushed me even higher.
“I want you to cum for me, Imogen,” he growled, his cock thrusting in and out of me as the moans tumbled from my lips. “Cum on my big cock, Princess,” he hissed. “Your pussy is mine, and I want to feel it cum, right now.”
He thrust in deep just as I sank down on him, his fingers rolled my nipples, and my clit ground against him.
And I shattered.
I screamed as I came, my whole body erupting in fire and pleasure as I went to pieces on him. He kept thrusting, his hand holding me tight as his glorious cock drove in and out of me, carrying me from one climax to another, making me scream his name until I was sure I was going to pass out from the pleasure.
Slowly, he let me down, and I collapsed onto his chest with a slow, contented moan. I panted into his skin, feeling his strong powerful arms wrap tight around me.
“And now you’re mine, my queen,” he purred into my ear.
“I was yours from the second I walked into that room,” I whispered back.
I felt him grin.
“I know.”
I giggled, rolling my eyes as I pulled away to look him in the eye. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a little cocky?”
He shrugged. “Nope, never heard that one.”
He grinned, winking at me.
“You’ve got quite the big ego, my love,” I whispered, biting my lip.
“The word you’re looking for is cock, Princess.”
I laughed, but then suddenly gasped as he quickly spun us over. I moaned as his hand pinned mine to the bed above my head, his cock still buried inside of me.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled as he slowly withdrew until just the head was nestled inside.
“I would hope you’re never done with me,” I whimpered.
“And I never will be,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “I love you, Imogen.”
I melted.
“I love you too— oooh.”
I cried out as his hips rocked forward, driving every single inch of him into me. His hands tightened in mine, pinning them above my head as he began to roll his hips. His muscled, toned, perfect body rippled above me as his mouth claimed my lips. His cock drove into me again and again, every throbbing inch of him spreading me wide and filling me to the brim. His balls, heavy with his cum, slapped against my ass, and his growls mixed with my moans as our lips seared together.
My legs were spread wide around his muscled hips, my feet up in the air as Magnus began to fuck me. His thrusts were relentless, his hips a rolling blur as he pumped his big dick in and out of me again and again, driving me right to that edge again.
I wasn’t on the pill, and he sure as hell wasn’t wearing a condom. Knowing that I very well could get pregnant that night, on our wedding night, only turned me on even more — only got my blood pumping hotter. Knowing that forty weeks from that very night, I could birth him an heir, had me gasping and clawing at my sanity as another orgasm threatened to pull me under.
His strong hands moved to clasp me around the waist, gripping me tight as he drove every inch of himself in and out of my trembling body. My hands went around his neck, holding him tight as my whimpering moans filled the room. We moved faster, and faster, our bodies crashing together again and again, until I knew I was going to go screaming over that edge again.
Magnus groaned above me, muscles straining and rippling as he brought his lips crashing into mine.
“I’m going to cum, my queen,” he growled. “I’m going to cum and I’m going to fill this tight little pussy up to the brim with every damn drop of my seed.”
I cried out, whimpering at his words and wanting everything he had to give me so badly. I was so close, my body shivering in ecstasy and rippling with pleasure as he drove into me again and again, his thick girth rubbing my clit on every thrust. His hands slid down to grab my ass possessively as he thrust his cock balls-deep inside of me, and suddenly, it hit me like lightening.
I screamed his name as I came, the orgasm shattering through me. My king — my husband, my love — roared above me, his hips crashing into mine and his lips hungrily seeking mine as his whole body tightened.
I cried out, shaking in the throes of my climax as I felt his cock swell up huge inside of me, before suddenly, I felt it. I moaned, rocking my hips against him as I felt rope after rope of his hot seed fill me up. I squeezed my eyes shut, my arms tightening around him as the second climax thundered through me. Magnus’s hands gripped me tight, his mouth buried in my neck as we slowly came down, slowing to a stop as we panted against each other.
“So, that’s what I’ve been missing out on,” I panted, giggling as he laughed into my skin.
“Tip of the iceberg, I can promise you, beautiful,” he growled.
“That felt like a whole lot more than just the tip.”
He pulled back, grinning hungrily at me.
“I want more,” I whispered, shivering at the way his eyes burned fiercely into mine. I could feel his cock throb inside of me, staying rock hard as he slowly began to grind into me.
He suddenly pulled out of me, and I giggled as he flipped me over, before moaning as I felt him move up behind me, his knee spreading my thighs. His cock pulsed hot against my pussy, dragging over my lips and making me shiver in anticipation as he leaned over me, his mouth by my ear.
“As if
I would ever deny my queen,” he purred, his hands tightening on my body again as his cock started to ease inside.
“Do you think I’m— oh,” I gasped as I felt him ease inside, his cock pushing his cum even deeper. “Do you think it took?”
He groaned, knowing what I was talking about.
A child. An heir.
Magnus growled, hands tightening on my ass as his infamous cock began to fill me to the brim.
“Only one way to make sure, Princess,” he husked into my ear.
“Make me yours,” I whispered back.
“You always were, my love,” he groaned, sliding in deep and making me cry out.
“I just had to steal you away to make you see it.”
The End
Sharing Beauty
Once upon a time, a princess met her Prince Charming. And then she met his twin, Prince Charming, and things got very, very interesting…
One virgin princess.
Two Prince Charmings.
Twice the happily ever after?
Oh, this is a fun one, trust me ;).
Scroll on for a sneak peek!
Chapter 1
Cade
“You ready for this?”
I rolled my eyes at Caspian as we stepped through the formal front entry-way into the palace.
“Sure,” I sighed, heading immediately to a bar set up by one of the immense windows overlooking the countryside of Avlion around King Lucian’s castle. My brother followed, wordlessly nodding as I ordered us both a bourbon, neat, from the middle-aged bartender.
“Thanks.”
I tossed two $100 bills on the bar and turned to give Caspian his drink.
“Oh, sir, the bars are open for the ball.”
I glanced back at the man.
“That’s fine, consider it a tip then.”
I liked being generous with money. And not in an obnoxious flaunting way, but in meaningful ways. Both of us were, actually. Twins think alike like that. I liked rewarding hard work, especially when it probably wasn’t being appreciated. No one appreciated a good bartender.